MILAN, ITALY, _Nov. 7, 1841_.
The mail post, the mode of conveyance from Paris to Strasburg, is the
most rapid in France. The number of passengers is limited to three
persons, with a stipulated allowance of baggage. The horses are changed
frequently and with expedition, scarcely giving the passengers time
for refreshment on the road. But on this route, where there is little
of interest to be seen, it is far more agreeable than the Diligence.
The distance is nearly three hundred miles, which were accomplished in
thirty-six hours and a half.
Strasburg, the frontier fortress of France, is situated very near the
banks of the Rhine, and contains a population of sixty thousand, and
a garrison of six thousand men in time of peace. It is the strongest
fortification in France. It has the appearance of a German city, and
that language is much spoken, and altogether it appears quite unlike
France. The principal curiosity here is the cathedral, one of the
noblest Gothic edifices in Europe, and celebrated for its spire, which
is the highest in the world: it is four hundred and seventy-four
feet above the pavement. The cathedral was commenced in the eleventh
century. It is the most remarkable piece of open airy stonework
imaginable. It was not finished until the fifteenth century, over four
hundred years after it was commenced. To ascend the steeple it is now
necessary to apply to the magistrates of the city for permission, as
several persons have fallen or thrown themselves off the top. There
is no difficulty for one with firm nerves to make the ascent, but the
stonework of the steeple is so completely open, and the pillars which
support it so wide apart, and cut so thin, that they nearly resemble
bars of iron or wood, so that at such a height one might imagine
himself suspended in a cage over the city, and if the foot were to slip
the body might easily drop through the open fretwork. At the same time
the elaborate work, and the shapings of the angles and ornaments, are
proofs of the skill of the architect and the excellent materials he had
chosen. The interior of the building is rich, but what strikes the eye
most is one window of painted glass, of a circumference of fifty feet
diameter, and rising to the height of two hundred and fifty feet, at
the west end of the nave.
After leaving Strasburg I took the railroad which connects that city
with Basle in Switzerland, running through an interesting country,
nearly one hundred miles. Railroad travel is rather a novelty for the
French and Swiss, being quite a new enterprise with them.
From Basle I proceeded to Berne, a city with a population of twenty
thousand, beautifully situated and much resorted to during the summer
by strangers. The scenery of this part of Switzerland is not so grand
and majestic as the mountain views, but the country is undulating and
productive. The varied costumes of the peasantry in the different Swiss
cantons (of which there are twenty-four comprising the Republic),
strike the eye of the stranger as being singular and beautiful.
From Berne I took diligence for Friburg, which, in addition to its
magnificent and lofty situation, is celebrated for its suspension iron
bridges; the length of the two over which our diligence passed is nine
hundred and three feet, their height one hundred and sixty-three feet
above the river. It appears frightful in the extreme the first time you
pass the bridge, but it is considered perfectly safe. The other bridge,
over which I passed subsequently, while examining the work, is seven
hundred feet long and two hundred and eighty-five feet above the valley
over which it is suspended. During heavy gales they are said to vibrate
considerably.
The route from Friburg to Vevay, situated upon the lake of Geneva, is
very beautiful, passing through immense vineyards loaded with fruit,
and the peasantry, male and female, are busily employed in gathering
and pressing the juice of the grape; nothing can exceed the beauty
of the snow-capped mountains in the distance, while the blue and
limpid Lake of Geneva bathes the shore of Vevay. From Vevay I took the
steamer on the lake, visiting Lausanne, a city of some importance, and
beautifully situated on an eminence commanding extensive views of the
country around. I next took the steamer and traversed the extent of the
lake to Geneva, which is the principal and largest city in Switzerland.
Here are generally to be found strangers from all quarters, good
hotels, reading rooms, and all the comforts and necessaries of life
for those who choose to make it a residence. It is the resort of
many wealthy English. The situation upon the lake at the outlet--the
beautiful and magnificent scenery--its public promenades--its
interesting suburbs and adjacent country--altogether lend many charms
to Geneva for a permanent residence.
About six miles from Geneva is the château and villa of Voltaire, to
which most strangers pay a visit. Here are shown many relics--his
garments, cane, books, correspondence, &c.; also the room in which he
lodged, which contains his bed, furniture, pictures, &c. Among the
latter I discovered a portrait of Dr. Franklin, who once paid Voltaire
a visit.
On quitting Geneva for Milan, to pass over the Simplon, which
traverses the Alps, ten thousand feet above the level of the sea, I
was compelled to take the diligence, the only conveyance which left,
just towards night, and on entering Savoy, in the middle of the night,
was obliged to submit to the abominable practice of police authority,
the examination of luggage and delivery of passport, and in the entire
route to Milan had my baggage examined four times. After riding all
night and the following day, passing through the most wild and romantic
scenery imaginable, with occasional cascades from the mountains, we
arrived at a little village called Brieg. In order to appropriate an
entire day to the passage of the Simplon, travellers usually sleep at
Brieg and set out with the dawn next morning. The journey across the
mountain is about forty miles, and generally occupies about twelve
hours. We started at three o’clock in the morning in the ascent.
The weather, which in the valley was warm and agreeable, began to
change sensibly; as we proceeded the cold increased; finally we found
snow, and much to my surprise, at length were compelled to leave the
diligence and take wooden sledges, upon which was lashed the luggage,
while the passengers rode upon rudely constructed sledges with wooden
runners. We soon found the cold intense, and the snow from two to
four feet deep. Fortunately for me, when we arrived at the foot of
the mountain, we were told that the mountain was almost impassable;
the passengers had been detained five days, the roads being blocked
up, a thing almost unprecedented even on the Simplon in the month of
October. We provided ourselves with the requisite comforts and clothing
for the passage. This passage of the Alps, planned by Napoleon in
1801, was finished in 1805 by the governments of France and Italy.
Its breadth is twenty feet; the number of the bridges thrown across
the rocks is fifty, and the number of grottoes hewn through the solid
rocks is six. There are placed several rude buildings of stone, at
different intervals, for the shelter of the traveller when threatened
by the avalanches, with the marks “Refuge” No. 1, 2, 3, 4, &c. On the
summit of the pass stands the new hospice, a good establishment for
the passengers, begun by Napoleon, but only recently completed. It is
occupied by the hospitable monks of St. Bernard, who showed us their
famous dogs for dragging benighted travellers out of the snow. At
the point where vegetation ceases, and where the avalanche has swept
everything before it, is a dreary tunnel about one hundred and fifty
feet long, through which we passed, which is cut through the rock over
which the avalanches tumble. After emerging you pass along the brink
of a precipice of immense depth. We started early in order to avoid
the avalanches which commence about mid-day. We were forced in some
places to pass over beds of snow twenty feet deep, the avalanches
having blocked up the road. A large number of the hardy pioneers of the
mountain were employed with their shovels in clearing the way. At about
three P.M. we arrived over the side of the mountain at the
little village of Simplon, where we were able to take wagons, as the
snow was melting fast, and when we had got down in the valley, or gorge
of the rocks, another grand scene presented itself. The snow melting
rapidly formed cascades in every direction, which were coursing down
the ragged and perpendicular rocks, sometimes exhibiting all the colors
of the rainbow, and at others foaming in torrents. Altogether the
passage of the Simplon, under the circumstances in which I crossed it,
is one of the most wild, frightful, and yet grand and majestic scenes
I have witnessed. In the early part of the evening we found ourselves
at Domo d’Osola, where we lodged, and the next day went to Bavano,
upon the Lago Maggiore, where we stopped to visit the beautiful and
enchanting islands called Isola Bella and Isola Madre, which I will
speak of in my next.